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Dust to dust thunder rumbles

Conspiracy of black nights

Composes orders with whisper of smokes

In a wide circle of enraged little ones (youngsters)

Against useless days

Sabbaths of fallen leaves dance in circles

Among the spears of trees that look upwards

In the triumphal sunset of mind they cause fears

Defeating the will to life with no steel in hands

Those who’ve lost the petrified truth

Won’t forget the laws of interrupted existence

In black swamps of oblivion they’ll float

Сlad in flesh like in iron chains